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amywritesthings · 1 year

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SEEING YOU, SEEING ME (7/7)

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Word Count: 600

Summary: Five Weeks Later - The Epilogue of Our Story

Warnings: None; this is just a finale piece.

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EPILOGUE

FIVE WEEKS LATER

The dilapidated building that houses Tess and Joel is on your route to the Boston Quarantine Zone occupation office.

It's a thought that never occurred until the moment you stepped foot out of their small studio apartment to greet broad daylight for the first time in days. It's an unassuming space in a row of nothingness, but now?

You thought its significant would mean nothing by now.

You still look every time you pass.

Jobs are just as they’ve always been: messy. Unpleasant. Tiring. From street sweeps to sewage to trash collection, you keep your hands busy when you mind should not. Your arms ache from hard labor.

By the time sunset arrives, you’re too exhausted to dream.

It’s better this way.

Joel Miller doesn’t speak to you; can’t, when he’s nowhere to be found. He signs up for the hardened jobs in the early morning and twilight hours, away from the noise and the crowds. At least, that's what you assuming. He could be running out-of-bounds errands for Tess or trading jobs with that brother of his.

Tess doesn’t bring him up when you pass her in the food kitchen lines. Small pleasantries and jabbing jokes, just like before.

The week spent at their place is virtually a forgotten memory.

(Is it better to be seen once and never again, then not at all?)

On your way to your next sweep shift, Jeanine absently greets you at the touch point, Fedra-issued broom in hand. Yours is the last in the trash can in which they're housed.

She trades you for your proof of labor papers (I was here) and stamps a blank entry to get started. You greet her with just as bland of a reply and take the mangled thing, already feeling the ache in your bones when your hand closes around the handle.

For six grueling hours, you mind your business cleaning up the streets and sidewalks of the third quadrant — sweeping dirtied paths, collecting debris near alleyways, tossing tattered and forgotten Firefly flyers into trash bags.

In a minute, you’ll be free from another day of hardship and free to sit in your apartment alone.

Then you feel something brush against the small of your back.

Immediately you rip your gaze from the ground to connect with a familiar sight: salt and pepper hair, scruffy beard, a worn olive flannel rolled up to his elbows; Joel Miller’s dark eyes stare down at you with an indiscernible question.

Your lips part to say hello, but the words die on your tongue.

All you can do is stare back.

He says nothing, but his hand lingers on your shirt. Waiting.

Joel's drops his arm to his side and pointedly turns his chin towards the nearby alleyway. Like a magnet, your eyes follow.

Then he takes to a slow stroll, leaving you to cross the street and into the threshold where wandering eyes cannot see him.

But you can.

You don’t expect him to stop abruptly at a door, pulling the rusted thing wide open.

He turns to sweep his hand towards it, gesturing an unspoken invitation.

Your stomach flutters with a feeling you abandoned in a bed that didn’t belong to you.

It's reckless, but you'll take reckless if that's what he's willing to give.

Gently you situate the broom's handle against the adjacent brick wall and cross the street, too.

It only takes two steps to make it to the curb.

Twelve to meet him at the door.

You are the first to enter.

Joel Miller is the last to leave.

Author's Note: That's a wrap! I can't believe this is finished, and I couldn't be more proud of the story. Of course, this does not have to be the end, not really! My one shot "reckless." continues these two in the future, and I am happy to hear your thoughts and potentially take story requests in my inbox.

For now, I bid you adieu for the airport. Thank you for the early birthday wishes.

#joel miller #the last of us #tlou #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #tlou spoilers #the last of us spoilers #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #completed fanfic #completed series #completed fic #amywritesthings #fic: seeing you seeing me #seeing you seeing me #it's done guys we're out!!!

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aisururuby · 7 months

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Jeanine

Arienne found herself playing with dolls in the playroom with Astraea, Athanasia’s second younger sister. Arhen was sleeping in their room and Athanasia. . . . . well she’s not actually not sure. She wouldn’t see her since the morning and she couldn’t understand the servants. Yuriana and Obelia are two different empires in different nations. When they first reborn, they didn’t understand the imperial language of Yuriana and are still struggling with it. Their only guide was their aunt, Eden, who traveled a lot previously before landing in Yuriana. But now they’re in Obelia and as it turns out the language is completely different. Nevertheless they get it eventually. Or will they? The back of her head thinks this won’t last long. Why? They’re free, aren’t they? So why does she have this inking feeling?

To try and get those thoughts out of her head, she tried to continue playing with Astraea but she couldn’t help but hear the room door rattle. She turns around and sees the room handle shake. ‘Is someone struggling to open the door?’ she thought. What seems like forever, the door finally opened and entered a tried Athanasia. Her hair was a bit messy but it seems like she didn’t care as much. Athanasia looked in the room and spotted her. Her eyes lit up with excitement(?) and ran towards her. “Sun-Hi, Sun-Hi! My plan worked!” exclaimed Athanasia. Athanasia was Practically bouncing off the walls at this point while Astraea started laughing at her sister.

“Jihye, what are you talking about?” Replied Arienne. What plan? Athanasia excitedly walked over to her and said, “My uncle, Dimitri, and Lily are getting married!” “Eh?”

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Apparently, in Lovely Princess, Lilian York was in a love triangle with the emperor’s personal knight, Felix Robine and the emperor’s half-brother, Prince Dimitri de Alger Obelia, though it was implied that Lilian and Dimitri did have romantic feelings for each other. However neither acted on their feelings and with Lilian’s death, it was too late. Not only did he lose his niece but he also lost the woman he loved because of his own brother.

Arienne thought their story was sad when she read the book but how are they engaged now?

“How’d you got Dimitri and Lily together?!” Said Arienne. “People just like babies. With my uncle visiting the villa and Lily as my nanny, I thought ‘why not help my uncle and get Lily as my aunt.’ After my first birthday, Uncle Dimitri announced to my mom that he and Lily were seeing each other. Soon after everyone in the villa knew about them.” Athanasia said proudly.

“So when you said plan you meant to get Lily as your aunt?” Asked Arienne. “Part of it, I just wanted them to be happy.” Said Athanasia. “Aww that’s sweet of you.” Said Arienne. “But uh can you help me with something?”

A week later~~~~~~~~

“So how did I agree to this?” Said Arhen.”You said you wanted to see Jennette too.” Said Arienne. A week after Dimitri proposed to Lily, Athanasia told Arienne of her plan for the newly engaged couple and the heroine of Lovely Princess. Getting Jennette Margarita parents. Arienne questions if it would be more appropriate for Jennette to go to her stepmother, Dowager Empress Callista. Athanasia said she had thought of that but she figured it wouldn't be safe for her with Claude around. There is also the fact that Callista has no children and none of her family members have brown hair. So Dimitri and Lily are the safest bet as Dimitri already has jeweled eyes and Lily with brown hair. She knows that they would give the care and love Jennette wanted during her childhood. Athanasia asked if Arienne could help her with this little mission since she, Arhen, Eden and Verbena managed to come to Obelia through a portal or at least that’s why the twins told her. Arienne agreed and asked So-woon if she could find House Alpheus and someone with brown hair and eyes like Athanasia’s. Obviously Arhen found out and was semi-against the idea since this could end badly.

“How would So-woon even bring her here? Would Jennette be carefully guarded since she’s basically Duke Roger’s tool for the future?” Asked Arhen. He was right though, how was So-woon gonna bring Jennette undetected?

“Here? Oh no I told So-woon to lure Jennette to Dimitri and then disappear so he wouldn’t it was planned.” Said Arienne. “You what-?! Why?!” Said Arhen. “I mean we thought Jennette and Dimitri should meet first since she would recognize us if she sees us first before she’s officially introduced.” Replied Arienne. Arhen paused for a moment and reactively agreed with her. And apparently So-woon was coming back at the right moment.

“So-woon, did you do what I asked of you?” Arienne asked, expecting. So-woon nodded and their mission was complete now they have to wait for the results. Hopefully the plan works.

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“My word, how is this possible? You look just like her.” Inside one of the guest rooms in the villa, stood Dimitri de Alger Obelia, third prince of Obelia and uncle to the current Obelia children. Dimitri just came back from abroad after dealing with an affair early. So he went to the villa his younger sister was currently residing in to visit his sister and his lover, Lilian York as a surprise. He finally managed to propose to Lily and all was well. So why did the offspring of his deceased eldest brother and his other brother’s fiance appear in front of him?

Anastacius and Penelope have a child.

Anastacius has an heir.

This is bad. If Claude were to find out about her, she could- no she WOULD be executed. The only reason Callista is still alive today is because she was never pregnant with Anastacius’s child and Claude bears no hatred for her. This child on the other hand is the child of the two people who betrayed Claude. Meaning he’s going to have to hide her or-

Wait couldn’t he just adopt her like Selena with Athanasia? It’s not unheard of and nobles tend to adopt children into their care. Even wards. He’ll have to ask Lily first and tell Selena but first he should probably ask for her name.

“Hello little lady, what’s your name?” Asked Dimitri. The little girl looked up at him and giggled. “Jennette!” she said. Jennette? As in God’s gift? Huh he figure Penelope would have named her daughter meaning immortal as the heir usually has a name meaning that. Guess she wasn’t as bold. “Jennette, how’d you get here?” “I followed a kitty here!” Kitty?

“Okay then Jennette who takes care of you?” Maybe he can find out where she has been hidden. Maybe House Juith? Penelope is from that family after all.

“Um this nice lady take care of me and I sometimes get to see Uncle!” Said Jennette. Uncle? So Penelope isn’t around? “And who is this ‘Uncle” Asked Dimitri. Whoever this is, he’ll have to look into them. Not every noble would house the former emperor’s child without interior motives. “Uncle Roger?” Jennette said Innocently. Roger? As in Roger Alpheus? Why him? Well she’s definitely not going back.

“Hmm do you know who I am? We both have unique eyes don’t we?” Said Dimitri. Jennette looked at him and said “are you my papa then? I don’t have papa. Uncle got upset when I called him that”

“Papa? No I’m not- at least not yet but-” Dimitri paused and looked down at Jennette. She looked like she was about to cry. He knew he couldn’t say no but not when he plans to take her in as his daughter. With a deep breath, he responded, “Yes.”

“Dimitri, who is this?” He turned around and saw Lily who just entered the room. She looked between him and Jennette when Dimitri replied. “Lily dear, how do you feel about adopting?” Dimitri said nervously.

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“Children, we have someone we want you to meet.”

“Meet your older cousin, Jeanine!”

Note: Jeanine is Jennette's new name for this series. So if I include Jeanine please read that is Jennette under a different name.

#who made me a princess #wmmap #athanasia de alger obelia #the twins new life #the twins siblings new life #manhwa crossover #arhen yuriana #arienne yuriana #jeanine de alger obelia #jennette de alger obelia

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asirensrage · 2 years

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Happy Birthday Vix!

Title: Finding Her Rating: M Fandom: Divergent Pairing: Eric x OC Warnings: sex, possessive thoughts, ABO trope, little bit of violence Summary: Eric knows what he is. He also knows what he's missing.

Notes: Happy birthday @vixenofcourse! For your bday request: "Can I request an abo ficlet for Billy, or Eric, or Ransom for *my* birthday?" and the answer is "of course!" It got away from me a bit and isn't too detailed (I haven't written abo in...ages), but I hope you like it! (this is obviously unbetad lol)

He knows what he is.

It’s the reason Jeanine hunted him down to demand his cooperation. It’s the reason he’s already a leader in Dauntless, despite only passing the initiation a year ago. There hasn’t been a recorded Alpha designation in generations. Until him.

They’re afraid of him. They should be. Eric has no patience for the betas that surround him. There’s an itch under his skin demanding more, wanting something that he can’t even begin to name. He feels empty.

He takes it out on everyone. Part of him can’t help it but he also doesn’t want to. They don’t understand that he’s missing something and he thinks he might go insane if he doesn’t find it. Eric’s a simple man. If he’s not happy, no one is.

It stands to reason that if he exists as he is, there is a chance for others. Preferably those of other designations. He is surrounded by betas, history having buried the remembrance of the first ones until there were no left. It does not say whether his kind and their opposites were exterminated but he’s smart enough to read between the lines. He sits in his aggression and, despite his role as a leader, spends as much time outside of the faction as he can.

He is on route to meet with Max and Jeanine, another arduous meeting about her demands where his presence is merely a reminder at her power, when he smells it. He jumps from the train at the first opportunity. He’s not certain what draws him, but he knows he needs to find it. Something deep within him requires that he follows and finds the source.

It is not an easy thing to track it.

He weaves around buildings until he finds himself near one of the fields that Amity uses. There is a small group of people near one of the trucks, but he focuses on one of the women walking down one of the paths between the rows of plants. He doesn’t know what draws him, but he’s certain that she’s the cause of the scent. He needs more.

She looks up as he moves closer and freezes.

He half hopes she runs. He doesn’t know what causes that thought, but he wants to chase her, wants to show her what he’s capable of.

Someone steps in front of him, blocking his view of her. The sound that emerges from Eric’s throat comes automatically and the beta in front of him backs up without thinking. He knows what he’s found. Even if he hasn’t gotten close enough to confirm it, Eric knows. Nothing is going to stop him from claiming someone who rightfully should be his.

The man in front of him swallows tightly but does not retreat. “Can we help you?”

Eric does not belong in the fields. His black clothing makes him stand out among the greenery and warm tones of their own. “Get out of my way,” he says.

“What’s Dauntless doing here?” the man asks again.

Eric’s patience has run out though and he responds by grabbing the front of their shirt and throwing them to the side. He continues his pursuit.

She does not run from him. Instead, she storms forward, intent on passing him by and checking on the man Eric’s thrown. That is unacceptable. He moves to stop in front of her, blocking her view of them.

She looks up at him. “What do you want?”

“You,” he says. He leans down slightly, enough to fully smell her and only her. Something clicks in the back of his mind and he pulls back, satisfied that his suspicions were right. He hears her whimper slightly at his retreat. Eric looks down. Her pupils are blown and she looks utterly confused. “You don’t know.”

“Know what?” She breathes. “Why do you…” she leans forward and he can hear her scenting him. “Why do you smell so good?”

Inwardly he preens. Of course he does. They’re made for each other. Eric smirks at her. “The same reason you do.”

She frowns at him. “I don’t smell!”

Eric leans down again, before reaching for her waist. He pulls her against him and buries his face in her neck. He breathes in deeply and memorizes the scent. He can tell that she wants him. Not just by the way her hands tighten in his shirt.

“Come with me.”

“Hmm?” she pulls away slightly, as much as he’ll let her, to look at him. “What?”

“Come with me,” he repeats. She doesn’t seem to have a clue about what she is. What he is.

“I can’t just come with you,” she says, seeming to regain her sense of self. “I have duties to fill. I have to go back to my–”

He cuts her off by kissing her. She melts against him as he deepens the kiss and the sounds of the world surrounding them fade. All he can focus on is her, how good she tastes and how she fits against him as though she belongs there. He wants more. He wants everything.

She grips him tighter, trying to get closer all the while she’s making those soft sounds. Her scent intensifies and it takes everything in him now to demand more right there. He knows there are people around them but he can’t help but kiss her harder. He’s going to memorize every bit of her. He’s going to learn what she likes.

“Stop,” she pulls back. “We should–we should stop.”

“Mmm,” he wordlessly agrees, only because they’re too open. He needs her somewhere safe. “Come.” He laces the word with a command. She grabs his hand and he pulls her after him. There’s a Dauntless outpost close by, one that he knows isn’t scheduled to be in use until next rotation. He looks back to see her wave off the others, the Amity betas watch as he leads her away but no one tries to stop them.

In the time it takes to reach the outpost, he learns that Amity has helped her hide. The characteristics that make her designation flourish in her faction. She was able to hide her heats with help from the peace serum. It makes him wonder how many other Omegas there have been in Amity. How many have been living half lives, waiting for one like him to find them?

She counters that thought by pointing out that those like her have never truly needed him. He needs her.

He nods. There’s no use arguing because she’s right. He’s been missing her before he ever found her. “Why are you following then?”

“Because you feel right.”

He confirms that the outpost is empty before he allows her to enter. As soon as the door closes, he kisses her again. He steps forward, forcing her to follow until her back is pressed against the closed door and he can cover her completely. She kisses just as hard, pulling him closer.

“You're mine,” he tells her. He unzips his jacket and throws it. He doesn’t care where it lands, he just needs her closer. He needs to feel her.

She peels off the scrap of fabric that makes up her top and bra before she pulls him back to her. “You smell so good,” she says. “Please.”

“Tell me what you want.”

She whines, something high and needy. “You.”

“You have me.”

It takes short work before they’re stripped completely and he’s moved them to the cot. It’s not anything fancy, not what she deserves but it’s enough. Right now it’s enough.

He traces paths on her skin with his lips. He pauses at the juncture where her neck meets her shoulder, where he knows he’s going to dig his teeth in and mark her as his and only his. He whispers her name as though it’s a prayer, as if he’s known it his entire life and has just been waiting for the chance to say it. She digs her nails into his back, arching against him as she begs for more.

When he finally, finally, presses his cock into her, he revels in her gasp. His grip tightens as he tries to keep control. It’s never felt like this, not really.

“Eric,” she calls his name. “More. Please. I want–”

“I know what you want,” he says. He grips her hips tighter. “Let me show you.” He holds her in place as he increases his pace. She’s never going to want anyone except him. He’ll make sure of it. He focuses on how she reacts when he touches her, what draws out the most response and as he presses his finger against her clit, he grins against her skin. She cries out, begging him for more, for him. He’ll give her everything as long as she doesn’t stop.

She breaks before him, shuddering against him as he does his best not to give into the urge to follow her over the edge. He doesn’t alst long, not when she’s still asking for more, not when she smells so fucking good. It’s incredible. It’s nearly impossible for him to even think when he’s finally hitting that spot. No one has taken him like she has. No one ever will.

He bites her then. He digs his teeth into that spot that’s been calling to him since they met. She bites back.

If he hadn’t already orgasmed, that would have done it. He’s never considered the thought that Amity might be bloodthirsty, but she dug her teeth in with purpose. It was a sharp reminder that if she was his, he was hers.

“What are we?”

She sounds half asleep as she asks. He has her resting on his chest as he lies back on the cot. He trails his fingers up and down her back, relishing in the feeling of her relaxing against him. He could keep her like this. Forever, really, if she let him. He’ll give her whatever she wants.

“We’re like everyone else, just…different. We’re better.” And they are. The two of them are perfect. She’s perfect in every way. Made just for him. She freezes though and he frowns, looking down at her.

“We’re not,” she says. She props herself up and looks at him. “We can’t be. People who are different die, Eric.” She looks far more serious than he’s ever seen her.

He opens his mouth to tell her differently, to relieve her fears. She means Divergents, the people Jeanine’s out to kill, and intends to tell her that she just doesn’t fully understand…but then he remembers the meeting that he’s missing. Jeanine will destroy anything she cannot use, anything that does not fit her norms…like them.

“We won’t,” he tells her. “You're mine. Nothing is going to touch you.” And it won’t. Jeanine trusts Eric. She thinks he’s useful but that he’s as stupid as any Dauntless. Even with his designation. It will work in his favour. He found his mate. He won’t let anything hurt her and will destroy all that tries. That includes Jeanine and her project.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

#happy birthday vix #vixenofcourse #eric coulter x oc #alpha!eric #abo #a/b/o #divergent fic #eric coulter #eric divergent #eric x oc #i'm weirdly nervous about this ahhaha

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noloveforned · 7 days

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i'm (hopefully) at home recovering from a minor heart procedure earlier this week but there's a new show set to air on wlur at 8pm tonight with two hours of (mostly broken) heart related songs. last week's show is also streaming on mixcloud and will air at 10pm tonight after the new show.

we also wrapped up our 'song quotes' theme last week. all semester long we've been starting shows off with a song that quotes lyrically from another song. we heard from: built to spill allo darlin, spiritualized, jeanines, okkervil river, hootie and the blowfish, car seat headrest, tori amos, uncle tupelo, vampire weekend, martha, the spinanes, destroyer, and u2.

no love for ned on wlur – april 12th, 2024 from 8-10pm

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#wlur #radio shows

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boysenlundgreen31 · 10 months

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Sexual Assault Criticism Laid In Opposition To Port Elizabeth Specialist

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growingbarrys · 2 years

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Eight is Great ❤️ … this post not coming in Kendall’s birthday because she has been on a birthday celebration marathon!! All of it starting a little over 2 weeks ago when she got her ears pierced 👂!

It has been a loving and joyful series of fun events. Piercing your ears with mom leading the way, while Georgia, Chase, and Dad cheered you on. Of course afterwards we headed to a dinner of salmon 🍣 sashimi. You almost didn’t make it through that piercing - but then that strong girl in you showed up and prevailed. A few days later it was time for a special trip with Nona followed by cake with grandma, grandpa, pops, Stella, Isla, Kion, aunt Jeanine, uncle Seth and mom and dad. The gift pile was huge!! Then this weekend you had a special sleepover with friends from your class - mom prepared activities and games, tea party, oh yeah … salmon 🍣 sashimi, and the most amazing sleep tent setup. That night 12:45am was followed with breakfast for all and lots of laughs.

We love you Kendall! You continue to amaze all those around you, you are a beautiful big sister and know what you want and rarely settle giving everything your best. Happy Birthday!!

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jeaninemasonsource · 3 months

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#jeanine mason #wedding #happy 33rd birthday

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ohokaylie · 3 years

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The only trio I want.

#tyler blackburn #alex manes #roswell new mexico #malex #michael guerin #michael vlamis #vlamburn #Jeanine mason #liz ortecho #his tags are #he really said mustache ride #does he know?#roswell New Mexico cast #happy birthday jeanine!

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gra-sonas · 3 years

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Queen Jeanine gifting us with a video of this picture! 🥺🥺🥺

#happy birthday #tyler blackburn #michael vlamis #vlamburn #malex #alex manes #michael guerin #jeanine mason #🥺

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aisururuby · 1 year

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Some thoughts about Crossing Though Worlds

- Crossing Though Worlds is a crossover between Who Made Me A Princess, Trash of the count's family, The Twins new life and The Adventures of a Demon King's Daughter. I thought it would interesting if the main characters met since each character had their own baggage before and after transmigrating.

- Cale is reincarnated into the Robane's household as one of Felix's younger brothers. He also has more than one stepmother who happens to Athanasia's godmother.

- Athanasia and Cale are god siblings to one other as Athanasia is the god daughter to one of Cale's step mothers while Cale is the god son to Claude.

- Arienne and Arhen have an aunt who takes them away from their abusive mother when they're three and they live under her aunt until they're 6.

- Jason is with the twins since they were three and is raised along aside them until moving to the imperial palace.

- Jennette has a new name. She is now Jeanine Esmé de Alger Obelia after she was adopted. Athanasia now has a middle name which is Aziza.

- Jason's source of power will no longer come from the happiness of his masters and their pride as members of the imperial family cause that make zero sense. (You mean if his master has no pride in their family for valid reasons, he won't be able to help them cause of that dumb reason?)

- Arhen meets Ray a year before Irene comes back and they became friends.

- Instead of forgiving them in months, it will take a few years before the twins actually forgive their father. However the only brother they give a chance to was Eiji.

- With the help of Cale's influence, Athanasia doesn't care for Claude and resent him. Pretty much everyone in the imperial family either hates Claude, fear him or both.

- Athanasia, Jeanine, Cale, Lucas are childhood friends with Arhen and Arienne.

- Everyone goes to an academy though Irene(rin) and Ray go to a different one. And no the academy they go to is not in Arlanta.

- Athanasia and Jeanine have to share a debutante ball together because Claude was being petty towards Jeanine. Still an asshole towards his niece.

- Athanasia goes to the debut ball with Cale as her escort and first dance partner while Jeanine goes with Dimitri, her adopted father.

- Athanasia and Arhen become a thing months after her 14 birthday.

- Jeanine will have her own love interest.

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crushondonald · 4 years

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“God made me a singer, and I just sang.”

Deanna Durbin performing 'You Wanna Keep Your Baby Lookin’ Right’ in SOMETHING IN THE WIND (dir. Irving Pichel, Universal Pictures 1947), also starring Donald O’Connor and John Dahl.

Happy Birthday Deanna! ♥ December 4, 1921 - April 17, 2013

“Deanna Durbin’s movies are about innocence and sweetness. They’re from a different time and a different place. Outside the movie house, there was Depression, poverty, war, death, and loss. Audiences then were willing to pretend, to enter into a game of escape. No one really thought that the world was like a Deanna Durbin movie, they just wanted to pretend it was for about an hour and a half.” © Jeanine Basinger, “The Star Machine” Vintage Books - Random House, Inc., 2007

#Deanna Durbin #Happy Birthday darling ♡♡♡#Something In The Wind #1947 #1940s #quotes #Jeanine Basinger #The Star Machine #my edits

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scandinavianfairytale · 3 years

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Checkmate

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Reader

Warnings: Mutual pining, friends in love, so many feelings, lots of tension, fluff 💙

A/N: Well I did end up writing a second part to One step at a time 🙌😊

When Sy decided to enter the military your head almost exploded from rage. He was standing in front of you, telling you he enlisted and after that you didn't hear much that came out of his mouth. You couldn't understand...no, you refused to understand how he could decide to make the same mistake as both your fathers. You slapped him across the cheek and he finally stopped talking, looking bewilderingly at you.

"Get out of my apartment. I don't ever want to see you again." Your voice broke at the end and you slammed the front door in his face before slowly sliding down, hugging your knees and sobbing. It broke his heart hearing your tears and he sat down on the other side of the door and waited until you stopped sobbing.

You didn't see Sy for years until he showed up at your front door shivering. It was a cold winter that year and he was standing in front of you in a tank top, completely drenched in sweat.

"S-Sy? What...Why...Just-just come in." You ushered him inside and before you got the chance to get the warm blankets, he grabbed your arm and pulled you into a big hug.

"I missed you." He whispered. Your arms wrapped around his torso, embracing his freezing hug.

"I missed you too." You said back and he felt one of your tears slide down his back. He pulled away and brushed away the tears that stained your cheeks. You pulled yourself together and brought him the blankets, boiling the water for tea in the process.

As he told you about his life, you took in his appearance. He got broader, more muscular, new scars littered his arms and the most striking feature was his buzz cut. You still remembered the scrawny kid he was when he left your life and his envy-worthy hair he had.

Another shock enveloped you when he pulled out a photograph of you from his pocket.

"When I first got deployed, my superior said I should take a photo of someone I loved with me. I packed a photo of Jeanine, but something felt wrong. As I was leaving the apartment I realized what it was and I went back to switch her photo with yours...it just felt right to have you with me." Sy explained, his voice hollow, as he showed the photo to you. It was from the day you got accepted to John Hopkins. A giant smile was plastered on your face as you held up the paper. He was the one that took it. You didn't want anyone else with you - whether the news was good or bad. He as the one you wanted to be there.

"Why are you here, Sy?" You asked, your voice just a whisper, as you looked away from the photo.

"You're the only person I think about besides my family when I'm away. It's been 6 years...” His voice died down and he looked away from you. “C-can you please let me back in?” His eyes stopped on your hand that was just out of his reach. “I-I need you." The corner of his lips turned down as if there were tears threatening to spill. He ended up spilling his tea when you threw yourself at him, hugging him close.

It was a mystery to you why he kept accepting deployments. He always showed up at your front door, covered in sweat and tears when he got back. You gave up trying to tell him he should stop and get the much needed help. But as time and time again your words were met with deaf ears, you stopped trying and just be there for him.

On your 28th birthday he flew back home to personally give you your gift. It was then that you understood why he kept accepting the deployments.

You had a small pre-game get together party with three of your best friends, before the real party was to begin in the evening. A doorbell startled you. You took a small sip of your mimosa and went to open the front door. You let out a loud yell as Sy came into view. He was still in his uniform, having just landed.

"Happy birthday, Bug." He smiled as he accepted your enthusiastic hug. He suddenly tensed as he heard some giggles coming from the inside of the apartment.

"Hiii~!" Your friends sang in unison, staring at the big soldier standing at your front door. He coughed and put on a small smile as he waved at them. You quickly introduced them and tried dragging him inside, but he refused, saying he had a surprise for you. As he explained he needed to drive you somewhere to give you the gift, you initially refused because of your friends, but they urged you to go with him and "threatened" Sy to bring you back soon. You sent them death-glares as they started winking at you and making inappropriate gestures. You closed the door on the laughing and giggling women, swallowing hard and trying to stand firmly on your feet. The mimosas didn't help with the rising butterflies.

You were about to open the car door when he slammed it shut, standing in front of it. Your eyebrows shot up.

"You have to wear this." Sy smiled and gave you a blindfold.

"You can't be serious."

"No blindfold, no gift." He smiled again.

"Fine." You rolled your eyes. He turned you around and tied the fabric behind your head, before helping you in the car and driving off. You kept trying to convince him to let you take the blindfold off or to at least give you some hints as to what the gift was. Your heart was beating so hard and for some reason you hoped he'd tell you that thing that you wanted to hear, but were too afraid to say it.

"Okay we're here." Sy smiled as he turned off the car.

"Great, now can I take this off?" You asked, your voice coloured by annoyance and excitement.

"Not yet. Have a little patience." He smiled again and once again helped you get out of the car, leading you down a path before stopping and turning you 90 degrees to the right. He took your hand and closed it around a small box.

"Now close your eyes." You sighed but did as he said. He took the blindfold off.

"Open them."

Your eyes met a small house and you blinked a few times.

"It's a house." You stated, making him laugh.

"Great observation skills. It is a house."

You stared at the house and then at the small box in your hand. Inside there was a key. You blinked a few times.

"You bought me a house." You stated or asked, you weren’t sure yourself.

"Sort of. I was hoping you'd take the house and let me stay when I'm back on vacation. After I'm done with deployments, you can decide whether you'd like to live here permanently or not."

You stared at him.

"Come on, let me give you the tour." He chuckled and he took your hand in his, leading you towards the house.

"What are you thinking about?" Sy's question pulled you from your thoughts as he appeared in the doorway of the study.

"We need to talk about the house."

"What? No, c'mon, your birthday is coming up. Let's not talk about this now." He crossed his arms over his chest, a frown dominating his features.

"Sy, you know that this arrangement won't work - we talked about it three years ago, that once you're back we need to talk about it. And you're getting help and getting better. And I started looking at apartments-"

"Stop." He was next to you so quickly, grabbing you hand. "Can you just wait until your birthday? Please." He stared at you, his chest rising and falling much quicker then usual.

"Okay. Let's put this conversation on pause."

You honestly didn't want to have that conversation at all, but you couldn't keep living in the same house as him. The feelings that have always been present, were now exponentially growing. The constant need to hold him was tearing you apart, because while you thought that he had some lingering feelings for you, this was not the time to pile additional complications on him. And you just couldn't deal with his cooking and needing human touch - you happily accepted the hugs and cuddles, but you couldn't keep doing this to yourself. So you decided to keep it together for the next two weeks and then try to have the conversation with Sy again.

You always celebrated your birthdays with a large circle of friends, but this was the first time in a while that Sy was home and everything that was happening was so exhausting that you decided to forgo the extravagant party and just stay in. Sy offered to make you a birthday dinner and promised to let you relax.

After you ate the delicious dinner he made, he made you close your eyes again.

"No blindfold this year?" You joked. The lights were suddenly turned off and you wanted to open your eyes.

"Don't you dare open them." Came a warning from behind you and you pouted but followed the order. You felt him sit down next to you.

"I know how much you like chocolate cake, so ta-da." He said proudly. "You can open your eyes now." He chuckled.

"Wow. Sy...thank you!" Your eyes sparkled as you observed the small triple chocolate cake with one candle on top of it. You glanced at him, his face illuminated by the candlelight, making him stand out even more in the complete darkness around you.

"I'm not much of a baker, but...make a wish." Sy smiled. Both of you stood up and you closed your eyes, clasping your hands together and he smiled. Only one thing swam in your mind and when you opened your eyes, you first looked at the small cake in front of you, before looking at your friend.

It felt like time stopped, the breath in your lungs felt heavy and suddenly you leaned forward, stepping on your tip toes and you kissed him, almost carefully. As if testing the waters. Sy's shocked expression turned calming and he leaned into the kiss as well, wrapping his arms around you.

After you separated only loud breathing was heard. Sy stared at you and you were trying to stare at anything but him, as the realization of what you just did sank in.

"I-I'm sorry..." You said and you covered your mouth, your eyes wide. He gently took your hand, running his calloused one over it.

"Don't." Sy said shaking his head softly, making you meet his eyes. "Don't say that."

"Sy..." The words died at the end of your tongue when he kissed you so hard you had to take a step back.

"I don't want you to move out." He finally said as he let you breathe. You shook your head.

"I don't want to leave."

You were pressed into the nearby wall as soon as those words left your lips, Sy losing any fraction of inhibition that still lingered.

Tagging you, @lumiousmoon as you asked 😊 Thank you for taking an interest in this and I hope you liked it! 😊

Thank you for reading! 😊💙🙏

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#henry cavill #captain syverson #captain sy #captain syverson x reader #captain syverson imagine #captain sy x reader #captain sy imagine #Sand Castle #checkmate #short story #fanfic

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